Page 26 of In Control

The stethoscope is thrown aside, landing on the floorboards with a rattle, and his hands are under my backside, lifting me from the ground and towards the bed in the next instance. My back hits the mattress with a soft bounce and then his heavy weight pushes me further into the bed.

“Sophia,” he growls, “You’re such a little tease. The things you’re doing to me.”

“I’m not doing nearly as much as I’d like to.”

“Do whatever the fuck you want, sweetheart.” He pulls his shirt over his head and I can see the red lines my nails have left on his skin. I like that. I like I can mark this big, bad alpha.

“Really?” I ask, quirking an eyebrow.

He grins wickedly. “Do your worst.”

I push at his shoulder until he’s rolling onto his back and then I crawl towards him, hooking my leg over his waist and straddling him. Immediately, he’s gripping my thighs and manoeuvring me to sit over his hard cock. I roll my hips, rubbing along his length, feeling him through the fabric of my jeans. As I do, I reach behind me and unhook my bra, allowing the lacy thing to fall away down my arms.

His gaze leaves my face and linger on my chest.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Those are pretty tits.”

He raises one hand to touch them and I bat it away. He scowls at me, sending shivers racing along every nerve.

“No touching,” I tell him.

“You must be kidding.”

“No, I’m not. No, touching until I say so.” He frowns at me like a kid who just had candy snatched from his hands. “You said I could do whatever I wanted to.”

“I had other ideas,” he mutters.

“Well, I want to indulge in a little torture, Alpha.”

I continue to grind against him, rubbing up and down his shaft as I cup each breast in my hands and squeeze.

His frown grows darker, and I smile at him, licking my lips.

I pluck at my nipples, massaging the soft flesh between my fingers, all the time grinding and grinding. Despite the layers of denim between us, he’s pressing right against my clit and the pressure builds. My movements become quicker and more erratic and his fingers dig deep in my thighs, moving me along his cock, his gaze flicking between my face and my tits. They bounce in my hands and he groans, the noise seeming to vibrate through his body and intensifying the sensation between my legs.

“Shit, Sophia. You’re so fucking hot. I want to taste you. I want to lick every inch of you. I want my mouth drinking up all that wetness you’re making for me.”

I’m not an omega. I’m not gushing gallons of slick for him. My wetness has that musky flavour, it’s not sweet like an omega’s. Maybe I should be concerned. Maybe I should be worried about disappointing him.

But my brain is wired all wrong, because it only turns me on more. I’m not what he should want, what he should need, yet I’m driving this alpha wild nonetheless. I can tell by the jet colour of his eyes, the way his jaw is tight, the grip of his fingers, the jerk of his cock beneath me. He’s rock hard.

I moan as the feeling between my legs intensifies.

“You dirty little girl. You like riding my cock. Like getting off on it for your own pleasure. Want to sit on it for real, sweetheart?”

“Not yet,” I gasp, grinding faster and faster, building myself up into a frenzy.

“Fucckkk. You are a bad, little thing.”

He grips me tighter and takes over the rhythm of my movement, rubbing my pussy up and down his hard cock until my legs shake, my core tightens and then … and then … and then I crash over into the abyss.

My body jerks, my head tips backwards and my mouth falls open on one long continuousohhhhh, and I ride the feeling of bliss.

When the last of the shockwaves melts away, I drop my chin forward and open my eyes, meeting the midnight pupils of his.

He’s lying perfectly still, almost transfixed.

“Beautiful, sweetheart, absolutely beautiful.” I roll my eyes. “Oh no, you don’t,” he says, this time flipping me over onto my back and crawling on top of me, caging his arms around my head. “Don’t dismiss a compliment like that.”

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